Months now
I had been here for months
The sun hadn't touched my skin
Nature hadn't graced my eyes
It was dark
I hated small spaces
But dad locked us in
Told us he would come back for us when it was safe
He hadn't come back
And we were running out o...
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It had been three days since my initial talk with Michonne took place. We haven't had many oppurtunities since then to discuss our escape plan, but I knew it would have to take place after dark. My gut knew that if I tried to leave, the Governor wouldn't let me go. But I had to. I had to find Daryl, before I lost hope that he was even out there in the first place.
I dressed myself in a tight fit black tank top with a loose fitting black and gray flannal shirt, some denim skinny jeans and combat boots. My duffle bag was on my back, gun in my wasteband with one of Daryl's knives sheathed on my hip. I knew come morning, I'd be hot from wearing such a thick shirt, but I needed to be able to disappear into the night with ease, and with too much skin showing, I wouldn't be successful, I'd be seen.
Michonne had already left the compound during the day, but she told me she would be waiting about a mile into the woods for when I could make my get away. Andrea had decided to stay behind, leaving just Michonne and myself. But Andrea had no idea I was leaving too. Things with her and the Governor were getting intimate; her knowing could jeopardize my entire escape.
I hadn't told Merle what my plans were, and I felt guilty for it. Merle was the one person I knew I could trust with my life here in Woodbury, but even he would try to stop me...I think. Either way, I wasn't about to risk it. I couldn't. Not when Daryl could be out there waiting for me, or thinking of me.
Did he think of me like I thought of him? Did the memory of me haunt him still? Did he think I was dead, or did he have hope that I was alive still?
I looked at my reflection in the mirror, raising the hood from my flannel up over my head.
"I'll find you Daryl" I told myself in the mirror as I turned and took one last look at my room. I was leaving behind a life of normalcy, of safety behind secured walls, of always having a full belly and plenty of water to drink. I was leaving behind families and children, patients and coworkers I had come to care about. But none of them mattered to me in the ways that Daryl did. No one. If throwing away a life of luxury was what I had to do to find him, then it was a price I was more than willing to pay.
I started at the books that lined my bookshelves, the makeup and hair styling tools that sat at my mirrored vanity table, the many sets of scrubs that sat folded on my bed and the soft plush pillows that I had fallen asleep on every night since I had been brought here, the dying roses that Martinez would bring me in hopes of sweeping me off my feet. I was letting it all go to find him. And I could never be happier about anything in the world.
I smiled to myself softly as I walked to the door, taking one last glance over my shoulder as I slowly closed the door so not to make much noise. I had to be careful about this. I couldn't be caught or I would be in for a world of questioning from the Governor. Who knows what consequences I would face, given I now knew that he wasn't the good man I always thought him to be.
